Beads of love

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I recently joined the grandmothers club. Being 'Nanna' to my first mokopuna|grandchild is an absolute joy. This poem is inspired by that and the idea my daughter had of asking everyone to gift her a special bead for the baby at her mothers blessing celebration held while she was pregnant.

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Delight,

joy, laughter

and playfulness are

precious moments to cherish

Strung together, a

rosary

of love.

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A seminaria poem
Photo by Amr Taha™ on Unsplash

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